Talent wasted is
a lack of words
that used to flow like water
from a height,
crashing on
brothers below.
Join us in our disruption,
changing through
anew
flying free with great consumption
bid al oldness sweet adeiu.
Aloud
the roar at lost things
though in sacrifice is born
new perspective, Eyes
Anew, anew, anew.
Really, nothing is wasted,
if it had no chance
if it was never meant to be
if.
Gasping from a new kaleidoscope
Our oldness,
then,
Was new.
Roaring rebirth,
Change and Violence,
Peace brings transience
torn together in you.